There
are precisely seven genuinely Immortal and Utterly Impervious Beings in
the Universe. There used to be eight but one died.

These
seven truly Eternal beings, who are all exactly eight feet, three and
five sixteenths inches in height, are possessed of no special powers
or strange magical arcane abilities, save for their very real
immortality, and perhaps an inexplicable talent for the precise
measurement of great distances.

One
striking aspect of the nature of the immortality of these Eternals
can be found in the Absolute Impregnability of their forms.
Nothing, quite literally, can scratch, etch, damage, alter, reshape,
bend, spindle, compress, or mutilate their Physically Perfect bodies.
Their muscles, or whatever passes for muscles within the
vaguely Human figures of the Immortal Beings -- for, being impregnable,
they are unable to know their own construction -- are
consequently of infinite strength.

This
quality of infinite strength does not put them in the position of a
certain Kal-El of Krypton, however. While it is true
that they probably have the power to lift mountains, the lack of
any surface dense enough and cohesive enough to provide
a solid base from which to indulge in such displays of force makes
such strength rather impractical.

One
Immortal, who -like all the others, unconcerned with such matters as possessing
a unique name- we shall refer to simply as "Bob",
actually attempted just such a thing very early on in the
history of our cosmos, upon the surface of the very first
neutron star.

The
mountain in question, which, for lack of any moniker whatsoever we
shall refuse to dignify with a name, was precisely six and three
thirteenths centimeters high.

This
veritable Everest of neutronium, indeed the highest protuberance upon the
entire body of the star, except of course for the eight foot three
and five sixteenths tall form of the immortal "Bob", had
the dubious distinction of weighing slightly over seventeen million tons.

Said
"Bob", after digging twelve impervious and immeasurable
strong fingers beneath the base of this incredible mount, proceeded
to powerfully insert his body hip deep in the not quite infinitely
cohesive surface.

Disappointed,
"Bob" brooded on his failure for twenty six million years,
until finally worming his way to the core of the neutron star, where
a few hundred thousand swift kicks dislodged the surrounding mass
from about him, heralding the dawn of the second generation of stars
already forming.

All
Immortals weight exactly nine hundred and sixty-four standard English
pounds, even. It is believed that this is an important
prerequisite for immortality.

Another
prerequisite for immortality which is almost universally agreed upon
is the lack of having not only an end, but also of having a beginning. An
Immortal can literally reminisce forever, which is precisely what one
of the Seven Remaining Immortals is, and will forever continue to be, doing.

An
Immortal's psychology is immeasurably affect by the fact of being
able to remember already having done everything that it is possible
to do. Understandably, most Immortals simply avoid their
memories like the plague.

One
immortal has perfected the art of memory avoidance so perfectly that
his existential NOW has been shortened to the space of zero point
three eighths of a chronon.

This singularly
minded individual floats insensate through Eternity, oblivious
to the creations and deaths of the universes through which he passes, yet
still Voyeur to all, forever living NOW.

At the
time of this writing, this singularly minded individual is currently floating
inside the core of our own largest planet, wreathed in metallic
hydrogen, as mellow as any being is ever likely to get.

Only one
of the True Immortals ever bothers to interact with the other, ephemeral,
intelligences of our cosmos. He flits about, across the universe,
landing, or impacting, or otherwise managing to get to the
surface of a populated world.

This
Immortal has been known by many names, and by none, but what is curious
is what he - if indeed the sexless forms of the Immortals can even
be given a pronoun - chooses to do with his time among mortals. The
Immortal Who Interacts With People seeks only to do one thing upon
each world he visits, in the vastness of eternity.

He first
learns the local language, yet says very little once he has been
trained.

He will
walk the streets, or paths, or tubes, or whatever is the nearest
equivalent of a street, find some lonely soul, walk up to them, place his
mighty hands softly upon them to gain their full attention, and
softly speak in perfect form, as close as is possible relative to
their unique culture , the same simple phrase. Then the immortal
turns, and walks away, striding with the terrifying speed of invincible
muscles, never to return.